Deep in the mischievous mists of Mischief Marsh, a beaver was born not just of mud and bark, but of starlight and laughter. Tricky Beaver wasn't like the others — instead of logs, he built illusions; instead of chores, he made chuckles.

With tiny horns kissed by ancient forest spirits, Tricky wandered the world trading dull routines for small sparks of joy. A sock swap here, a glitter puff there — wherever he trotted, things got weirder and somehow… better.

Some fear his chaos. Others revere it. But all agree: the world is never the same after Tricky's been through. He doesn't ask for much — just your attention, a bit of wonder, and maybe a smile. And if you're curious enough… there might just be a way to carry a little piece of his magic with you.

Always bring your plus one.